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I'm Gonna Get This Fucker A Dog And A Colouring Book And No One Can Stop Me

"Hey, I know this question is... kinda spontaneous? B-But is it chill if I stay the night at yours?" Jeremy asks unsurely, "I mean, I love my house, don't get me wrong, but I've slept there for four months every night now, and it just gets so... I dunno..."

"Dude, really, it's fine! You can take the bed. The floor is comfy as fuck," I try to hide it as much as possible, but his offer made me incredibly happy. He's finally getting out of his bedroom! And yeah, it may just be a different bedroom, but it's still progress.

  He stops for a minute, "What? No, no, this is your house, dude. You sleep on the bed."

  "Nope, I'm sleeping on the floor," I insist.

  "Well, I guess we're both sleeping on the floor then," he stands up and reaches his hand out for me, and I accept it, "Alright, since we're both stubborn, let's build a blanket fort to sleep in."

  I let out a laugh that ends prematurely, "You serious?"

  "Yeah, where's your blanket closet?"

  "Blanket closet?"

  "Oh my god. You don't have a blanket closet."

  "And you do?"

  He rolls his eyes playfully, "Yeah, I mean, obviously. Everyone has a blanket closet, except for my dumbass friend apparently." He takes a few pillows, "Alright, go harvest any blankets you can find, I'll get some clothing pegs."

  I tilt my head, "I'm not sure harvest is the right synony—"

  "Go."

  Can't argue with that. I was about to go tear my house apart so I could find the so called "blanket closet" that apparently everyone has, when I heard a voice from downstairs.

  "Hey honey! I'm home! Who you talking to?" I heard my mama's voice. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit—

  Jeremy looks at me, and I stare back, and he doesn't look scared or worried, so that was a good sign.

  "Uhhh, mom? Can you come up here?" I say unsurely. Jeremy tears his gaze away from me and places his pillows back down, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  There's a short silence as mama's footsteps follow up the stairs, "Hey honey, who's—Oh," I try to read her expression, but it's honestly impossible, "Uh, Jeremy! Hi! It's so good to see you!" She smiles, and she gives me a split second look of WHAT THE FUCK.

  "Hi Mrs. Mell," he shakes his hand politely, "I like your dress!" He smiles at her. Mama's previous uncertain face drops, and is replaced with a huge genuine smile.

"Really? You think so? My wife says it's too over the top, but what does she know? I bought it at H&M!" Mama smiles really wide and starts going on a two minute long enthusiastic ramble that I completely tuned out and didn't pay attention to, but Jeremy listened and nodded throughout, "Michael, bring Jeremy over more often. I like him. Keep him."

"Will do," I tune back into the conversation.

"Okay honey, I have food downstairs. You can grab some if you want," she ruffles my hair, "Have fun you two!"

Jeremy smiles to himself, "I like your mom."

"Yeah, I like her too, you dork. Now let's make this pillow fort."

And so we did.

I couldn't find the sacred "blanket closet" that according to Jeremy everyone has. I even asked my mom about it and she was completely clueless and actually thought I was saying "racket deposit" for a solid minute.